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Chapter 23 Suspect they are a couple

Mousse-year's black Bentley passes by a royal blue convertible Porsche.

The man in the car not only wore a mask, but also wore a pair of large sunglasses, wrapping his face firmly.

The guard would definitely not have allowed him to enter in like this.

"I want to pick up the child, why don't I let me in? Please, does my face look like a bad person with such an upright face?"

"Sir, you... can't see clearly what you look like, and we really can't let you in."

Only then did Mujahgo remembered to take off his mask, "Can you put me in?"

“And glasses.”

The man took off his glasses impatiently.

I heard the security guard continue, "Sorry, unless it is a special person, the school will not allow vehicles to pass. Please park the car in the parking space outside the school gate first, and then come over to sign an account."

"Aren't I special? I'm Mujahngo!"

"I'm sorry," the other party repeated expressionlessly, "Please park your car in the parking space first."

Although Mujahngo was angry, he had no choice but to act according to the school's regulations.

trouble!

Even the car is not allowed to enter.

He had to mention it to his grandfather and let him change these broken regulations in the school.

Mujaga parked the car with a grumbling heart. As soon as he threw it to the door, he ran into Mu Zhonglun who was getting off the car next door.

The two people's eyes were filled with gunpowder.

"Why are you here?" Mujagango stared at him, "Didn't you agree that I'll pick up Kesi?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

Mu Zhonglun ignored him and went to school first.

Before the end of get out of class, there were not many parents coming to pick up the students. Mujahngo filled out the visitor list and rushed to catch up with Mu Zhonglun who was one step closer.

Sancheng Primary School has many courses and classrooms, such as: ordinary classrooms, music classrooms, art classrooms, calligraphy classrooms, language classrooms, nature classrooms, computer classrooms, manual labor classrooms, etc.

Different classes have to go to different classrooms.

The last part of Class 2 was a music class. All the students in the class went to the music classroom to attend classes, and there was no one in the ordinary classroom.

When Mu Jamgo found that the room was empty, he looked confused and didn't know where to find Kexi. He saw Mu Zhonglun next to him walked first without saying a word.

"Hey, where are you going? Do you know what class Kesi last? Talk? Hello, Talk..."

Mu Zhonglun, who was upset by the quarrel, tried to explain patiently, "You will know if you go to the office to ask the head teacher."

In the first grade office, Jiang Xinran was looking in the mirror.

Mu Zhonglun appeared in her mind, and her girlish heart suddenly became flooded with a fancy smile in her eyes.

He should come to pick up Kexi after school, right? Maybe he can see him. What should he say then?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Feel so nervous!

She took out the lipstick in her bag to put on makeup.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The knock on the door suddenly rang.

There are three other teachers in the office.

The teacher closest to the door opened the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?" Jiang Xinran, who happened to be sitting on the office chair, had just finished applying lipstick and subconsciously raised her head.

At first glance, she saw the man she was still young, and she suddenly turned red. She was anxious to get up, "Come and pick up Kexi?"

"Well, I didn't see Kexi when I went to the classroom just now. I don't know which class she is taking now?" The man looked heroic and had a metallic feeling of smoke.

Jiang Xinran's heart pounded again, "sound...music."

She was about to say, "I'll take you to the music classroom", but she didn't expect that someone would pop up from behind Mu Zhonglun...

A man with a romantic look and a sensation.

Jiang Xinran was stunned, "Jiang... Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang Gang..."

She thought she was dreaming and almost wanted to raise her hand and pat her forehead hard.

Mujango's smile was simply fascinating. "We are not familiar with this school. Can you please help the head teacher take us to the music classroom?"

The dull Jiang Xinran tried his best to raise a big smile on the corner of his stiff lips, "Okay... OK. Of course, it's OK..."

Mu Zhonglun thought to himself: The teacher's stutter seems to be even more serious. Are the requirements for the teacher so low now?

How to attend class with stuttering?

The woman leads the way in front, and the two men behind him follow along.

"Mu Zhonglun, should you explain to me? I have agreed to pick up Kexi today. What fun are you going to join in?"

"But the 'Dad' written on Xi's student information is me. Today she went to school for the first day, so I should have picked him up."

The truth is that he was worried that Kexi would be bullied by his classmates and would not be able to do anything all day today. He was going to go to the art museum venue, but it was cancelled.

He had to personally ask Kexi about the class on the first day of the class and make sure that Kexi was good enough so that he could feel at ease.

Mu Zhonglun would definitely not say such stinginess.

As for Mujahngo, he was so angry that he jumped, "What? 'Dad' wrote your name? Why?"

"There is no more than 'Mom' column. If you don't mind, you can write your name."

"Funny! Why don't you be a mother?"

After shouting angrily, Mujahngo accelerated his pace to Jiang Xinran, "Teacher, can you change the 'Dad' column to my name and 'Mom' to 'Mu Zhonglun'?"

Mu Zhonglun sneered behind him, "Do you dare to change it? If the media rumored that he had an illegitimate daughter, you would be hard to argue with physical evidence."

After being poked into the pain, Mujagango gritted his teeth hatefully, "I don't care. Even if my name is not written in the 'Dad' column, I can't write about you! What the hell? I'm just taking advantage of me!"

If Aunt Kexi becomes Mu Zhonglun's daughter, what will she become?

What a joke?

After listening to their conversation, Jiang Xinran was shocked.

I was so shocked that I wanted to cry!

Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

Kexi is their adopted daughter? No wonder Kexi said that she had no mother since she was born, and she turned out to have two fathers!

In other words... the media previously rumored that Django had an illegitimate daughter was not all rumored?

The world is so terrible now that good men have been snatched away by handsome men. What should women do if they ask them to do?

Tears flowed...

"teacher?"

After being patted by Mujarago on the shoulder, Jiang Xinran suddenly came to her senses and was so scared that she said "ah".

Her scream scared Mujagao, "Old, teacher, are you okay? Your face looks a little ugly."

"No, it's okay." Jiang Xinran waved his hand in a hurry, and in order to hide his guilt and embarrassment, he said anxiously, "That, music...the music classroom...is right in front of you."

The bell rang at this time, and the students were soon heard in the music classroom, "Goodbye! Mr. Wen."

Seeing that the students were almost gone, Mu Zhonglun looked into the classroom anxiously, but did not notice Kexi's figure. He frowned, "Where is Kexi?"

Jiang Xinran helped ask the music teacher about the situation and told Mu Zhonglun: "Kexi was picked up in advance."

Mujango hurriedly asked, "Who picked it up?"

"I asked, and Teacher Wen said that the man whispered to Kexi, and Kexi left with him happily, and even pronounced a name excitedly, as if..."

She was a little uncertain, "Little Rice Cake?"

Little Rice Cake? Mujahngo and Mu Zhonglun looked at each other, and then sneered at the same time.
Chapter completed!
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